Words: Isaac Watts Music: "Wareham" by William Knapp How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, Thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints To meet th'assemblies of Thy saints. My flesh would rest in Thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God; My God! my King! why should I be So far from all my joys and Thee? The sparrow chooses where to rest And for her young provides her nest; But will my God to sparrows grant That pleasure which his children want? Bless'd are the saints who sit on high Around Thy throne of majesty; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. Bless'd are the souls who find a place Within the temple of Thy grace; There they behold Thy gentler rays, And seek Thy face, and learn Thy praise. Bless'd are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Sion's gate; God is their strength, and through the road They lean upon their helper God. Cheerful they walk with growing strength, 'Til all shall meet in Heav'n at length, 'Til all before Thy face appear, And join in a nobler worship there.
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